His brow bulged a little, and from under it peered out a pair of wistful brown eyes that reminded Carley of those of a dog she had once owned.
"Wal, it ain't a-goin' to be a nice day," remarked Charley, as he tried to accommodate his strides to Carley's steps.
"How can you tell ?" asked Carley.

"It looks clear and bright." "Naw, this is a dark mawnin'.

Thet's a cloudy sun.

We'll hev snow on an' off." "Do you mind bad weather ?" "Me?
All the same to me.

Reckon, though, I like it cold so I can loaf round a big fire at night." "I like a big fire, too." "Ever camped out ?" he asked.
"Not what you'd call the real thing," replied Carley.
"Wal, thet's too bad.